RaineI don't know what hits me—the roar of the explosion behind us or the oppressive silence that follows.Smoke pours through the air like fingers around a throat, and for a full second, I can’t hear a damn thing. Only the beat pounding in my ears and the reverberation of Cassian's last scream.We make our way down the hallway of the safehouse—me, Malik, and the burden of everything we've lost behind us. My hand still clutches the flash drive Roman Creed threw at me before the blast. It's warm. Too warm.Cassian was right behind me.He was right behind me."Where is he?" I spin, nearly collapsing on the ash-encrusted floor. "Cassian?!"Malik grasps my arm. "He didn't make it out alive.""No." I shake my head in fierce denial. "No, he was there. He was running with us—he—""There's nothing left of the room, Raine." Malik's voice cracks. "You go back in there, and you'll die also."He utters it as a fact, as if it were something inscribed in the marrow of time. But my mind rebels agai
Raine"You're shaking."I can barely hear Cassian’s voice beneath the engine’s growl, but I still hear it. Felt it. My hands were visibly shaking on the wheel, speeding us down canyon road in darkness, headlight beams piercing through like cries from the depths of despair."I'm not shaking," I breathed, though I was.He coughed beside me, blood in his throat again. "You always lie to yourself when you're scared."I didn't answer. I couldn't. Because if my lips part ways, I will cry.Roman Creed was dead. Again. This time for real. I'd seen the bullet strike him. I saw the light drain from his eyes. The silence that followed had been more deafening than any explosion.We'd just made it out. Malik bleeding. Cassian half-alive. And I? I was driving like mad, without a clue where we were going."We have to stop," Cassian snarled."No," I said. "Not until we're off their radar. You know Sierra. She'll call in drones, dogs, whatever the hell she has left.""I meant you need to stop," he sai
RaineI have no idea how I stood. I have no idea what I said.I only recall the cold. The sort that seeps into bones when the world you have known shatters beneath your feet."They have my child."The words fall from my lips like a spell. Like thunder.Cassian draws his arm around me, but his warmth seems a million miles away."Are you sure?" I ask Malik fidgeting.He doesn't even blink. "She's alive, Raine. The child survived the extraction. The files we collected are time-stamped. There is biometric data, and it's a match for your DNA."Cassian is gripping the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles go white. "Why didn't anyone inform us early?Roman's features are carved out of stone. "Because I didn't know. Not until Sierra messed up two nights ago. She was communicating with Ophelia on an old encryption grid that I buried five years ago."I step back. "You buried this and forgot?""I buried her, Raine. Ophelia was supposed to be long dead."I shake my head. My hands are shaki
RaineI didn't hear the sound of a gunshot.But I felt it—lightning snapping through my skeleton.Sierra jumped back, her mouth falling open in horror. A single bloom of red burst open on her chest, spreading through the cream silk of her blouse like spilled wine.She staggered. Not back. Not yet."Roman," she rasped, as if trying to make sense of the apparition in front of her.He raised the gun again. "You should've stayed dead."I didn't wait for the next bullet. I grabbed Cassian and pulled him back from the center of the bloodbath. My heart was racing fast. Every sense screamed to run, but I couldn't—not without answers. Not without seeing this bitch break.Sierra's knees dropped to the floor."Wait," she gasped, blood trickling past her lips. "Wait—he's not who you think—"Roman shot again.This time, the bullet hit her in the throat.Silence.One last, gurgling gasp.Then her body collapsed. Twisted. Dead.Cassian shivered against me. His pulse pounded under my palm."Are you o
RaineRoman Creed didn't hesitate.The gun in his hand cracks.Sierra's body convulses once—twice—before she recedes from him, blood blooming across her belly like a monstrous flower.For a moment, time freezes.Then she smiles.Smiles."You're going to have to do better than that, Roman," she gasps, words bubbling through her blood. "I've died before."Roman fires again.She's fast—too fast. She spins, and the bullet grazes off her shoulder as she shoves herself behind an overturned table—the flash drive in her hand slides across the floor."Malik!" I scream.He's already on the move. He slides for the drive, palms the floor like a damn action hero, fingers closing around it just as another shot is fired. A vase explodes next to him."She's heading for the back!" Pandora screams, yanking me into cover.Cassian curses behind me, attempting to sit up. Blood's still drying under his collar, but he's more alive than he was yesterday."Stay down!" I whisper."Not a chance," he growls.Sie
Raine"What the hell are you hiding, Julian?"I closed the door to the safe house's exit and locked it behind me. My hands are shaking as I pull out the flash drive from my bra—the one Julian handed me before he died. The one labeled Greyborn in trembling, almost desperate handwriting.Outside, Malik and Pandora are debating over security protocols. Cassian's still on the operating table, fighting for his life. But in here—it's just me, the laptop, and the truth.I slide the drive into the port.The screen flickers.For a moment, nothing.Then—ENTER AUTHENTICATION CODE.After that:"There's blood on this key. Enter wisely."I exhale abruptly. Julian never said anything about the code, but I recall something—his final words echoing in my head: "Emilia died for the truth."Emilia.